Alright, hear that nice little fucking noise in the background

Check

Alright, motherfucker

This one's dedicated to Ashton Kutcher who had the guts to speak up

Who's gonna raise you now

Who's gonna raise you now

It's a different kind of love, love, love

Who's gonna raise you now

They found the car you left in

A cartel-owned dealership

No one saw except the witch in Chinatown

She don't live there anymore

She don't live anymore

All of your friends moved on

Worked and moved out of town

I still see your reflection in the Hobo Champs-Élyses

You wouldn't recognize downtown anymore

Where did you go, anyhow

I hope you can smile and still be you

I'd give my soul just to know that you're okay

And I still pray every day

I let your posters fall away

I let them fall and fly away

I bet you don't even look like that anymore

Could I even recognize you today

Who's gonna love you now

Who's gonna love you now

Who's gonna love you now

I know it must seem awful

I can't rescue you from there

But I still love you, anyhow

I wish Hell on the thieves

I hope they feel all of my pain

Forever and ever and ever to know the way I feel

Not seeing you again

It's the same old thing

Since Lloyd deMause and the Greeks

In your head, in your head

They're still fighting

With their CEO perks

And their billionaire clerks

In your head, in your head

They are dying

In your head, in your head

Zombie, zombie, zombie

Hey, hey, what's in your head

In your head

Zombie, zombie, zombie